During my childhood, I wasn't in Mama Trudy's home as often as I might have liked, but I know that I was never in it when it was cluttered or dirty. She was a careful housekeeper. I do know she didn't place it above having fun, though!
And, as I was going through a few things, I found this poem that she had posted in a notebook:
I like clutter, I guess I do. / I keep it all around me. / Sometimes I get this awful fear that / It will get too deep and drown me.
I promise that I'll clean it up, / But things keep coming up. / There is always one more book to read, / One verse to write, one shirt to paint. [What? A SHIRT to paint?!]
I could skip the fun and do my work / But the truth is, I AIN'T. / I promise to do better, / But somehow I jest cain't.
My dear husband takes out the trash, / Washes dishes that overflow the sink / Finds keys and purse for me / When I just can't think.
If my kids look for a perfect mom, / They're in somewhat of a jam. / Thank goodness they love me / Just as I am.
This house will be oh, so neat / When I lie in my grave. / My poor children will sort and toss / All this stuff I like to save.
by Emilea Moring
Yes, the poem got it right ... her children, grandchildren, AND great-grandchildren sorted and tossed. I was happy to find this funny poem in a notebook filled with handwritten Scripture passages, quotes, definitions of the parts of speech, hymns, and a rough draft of a letter to her baby sister.
I thought I was delving into a book of her personally-designed quilt patterns. Instead, I found a bounty of what some people might call "clutter".
Which brings me to yet another thought ... this notebook that I have of Mama Trudy's is much like our Pinterest boards of today. She kept little snippets of things she thought she would reference later. I recently cleaned out many of my own notebooks full of magazine clippings and photos. As I threw things away, I realized that my kids and grandkids won't see what I'm throwing away. It made me wonder how today's generation will see us tomorrow ... So much is digital now and how is any of that preserved in such a way that those who follow will readily find it? Should it be preserved in a way other than digitally? Does our current method of preservation give insight into our family member that we might not have had before? Is any of the above desired or necessary? Are we leaving our footprint even though it's digital? Our world is certainly changing.
Talk amongst yourselves! And let me listen in ...